I will never tire of watching people dancing in the park. The dancers come in all shapes and sizes, from little schoolchildren to OAPs. And under the trees, coats lay in great piles, while those watching pull their closer around the neck. I walked up the avenue of the park and counted 6 groups of dancers.
The group nearest the entrance was the largest with men and women waltzing together and women and women dancing together. A small group of men was watching and I wondered whether they were waiting for a woman to come free so they could take her for a spin.
Then there was a group of line dancers, all bending and turning and swaying in time with each other. The next group was a group of schoolgirls being directed by a man with a microphone with a large group of mothers and fathers gathered around watching.
The fan dancers were my favourite because from time to time a fan would come flying out of hand through the air and crashing to the ground.
Walking up the avenue was an assault on the ears, with different music being pumped out for each group of dancers. Goodness only knows how the Tai Chi practitioners managed to concentrate.
XiangYang park was closed for a long time for refurbishment and now it’s open again the whole area has burst into life as if the spring has come early. When I am fed up watching dancers in Chinese parks I will be tired of China.
